Lyrics:
The world was given by his hold grace
The hand of god must touch upon that place
We can't allow that kind of primitive
Show them the book
Not about showing the drama this ain’t seventh heaven
Tv show
Thinking we should know
How from the inside out I'm thinking we all grow
Long as the clock
duck and hide when i spit
All the kids laughed when i dropped my single seventh grade
Hella shade
Sit in class ignore the hate
What they say
Sticks
to make
You knew it deep within your soul
There was just one path to take
So let the oceans seize control
The pestilence is drawing near
The seventh seal
took me down to their station
Time after time, they asked me same old question
Where I have been, what I had done at the seven`th May
I said, fuck out
wonder what's in that basket
Sweet Daddy strolled by and said haven't you seen here?
That right there is Belly Dancin Dina
Now I'm all junglistcally
I saw you there
I saw your glowing face
Saw the sirens in your hair
Heard the bullets in your pace
And I've been changed by the burning and her
guaranteed
Sent to seventh heaven in my hour of need
Baby baby baby you're amazing
Taken by surprise
Don't waste time tryin' to explain it
Can't believe
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
New tone, spaceship take me home
Back to the seventh sun the seventh one
When I drop patience, Kevin's Dun
This eloquent macula is black enough
pysky jak Wańky-Wstańky
Kywajut sia, wertajut, zminiajut i hrajut w chuja
Z Tobom, śmijut sia Ty w twar! Marny aktoryny
Ale to lem wekszyj żal i świdoctwo
And show the ones who doubted me that I broke free
I was shackled by my desire to be
So much more than was intended for me
And I'm growing tired of the road
they don't
So talk it up like blah blah blah
cnd I'll just block it out like la la la
The seventh deadly sin is keeping them up at night but it doesn't
I guess I'm just not surprised by much of anything
I guess I just get too fond of all the little things
You're stringing me along
Whistling your
O'Shea! O'Shea!
Get your ass in here boy
You hear me calling you?
O'Shea!
When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little
down
Ansio, an-si-si-o
Ansio, an-an-si-o
I captured them by the sword and partly by other means
Ansio
For spices, ginger, hides and gold
Apo
Bringing
it really could never be me
Uh, that could never be me
I keep it so seventh letter ask around about me
She see the proof shorty bad hair blow in
Range
Y'all cats is foreplayin'
I'm pregnant by the game
(Seventh round!)
Some would like to see me in ball and chain
But I'm a child of god
So my
Bodies I travel thru Abu Dhabi pack the shotty
That'll split ya shell quicker than edamames ungodly
The Tec ringer, death bringer strangulation by
like in seventh grade
About to blow up like a hand grenade
Don’t gotta worry about a thing
And ohhhh
I should be home
But that can wait cause I’m not in
the fame
My niggas died I remember Huncho seventh grade and not my nigga Slime we was thugging since some babies
I can’t even eat been blowing weed ain’t
yeah
I can’t get it, get it, by myself by my
Bloomin’ violets and roses
Walking on air, seventh heaven, overjoyed, yeah
So goals they wished, they were
Your mouth has changed
Your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited
Your mouth has changed
Your eyes don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited
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